Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

At this moment, the first snow since the beginning of winter fell in Changming City, China.

Goose feather-like snowflakes fell on the ground.

In the old house of the Chi family, the indoor temperature is always maintained at a comfortable 24 degrees, making people not feel the cold outside.

In the spacious and bright restaurant, everyone was having breakfast.

Sitting in the first seat was the head of the family - Mr. Zhao.

He was wearing an exquisite Tang suit with delicate patterns embroidered on it. Although time had left traces of deep and shallow colors on his face, he was still energetic and radiant.

Especially those eyes, which were as sharp and deep as an eagle's, as if they could see through everything in the world.

Sitting next to Mr. Zhao’s left was the dignified and quiet Lin Yueru.

She was wearing a light blue cheongsam today, which showed off her graceful figure to the fullest.

Her long hair was neatly tied up and pinned with a jade hairpin, which added a touch of classical beauty.

On the right side of Mr. Zhao sat their son Zhao Nanjin.

Zhao Nanjin is tall and straight, with a handsome face and a heroic look between his brows.

Liu Xiran, who was pregnant with a big belly, sat next to her cousin Lin Yueru.

Lin Yueru took a bowl of bird's nest from the tray in the nanny's hand and placed it in front of Liu Xiran, saying softly,

"Xiran, you are pregnant now. This bird's nest is the best for nourishing your body. You must eat it on time."

Liu Xiran paused, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said softly to his cousin,

"Thank you, cousin."

Mr. Zhao, who was sitting in the main seat, raised his eyes and said in a deep voice,

"You are pregnant now. If you need anything, just tell your cousin. Although Mo Rong is gone, the child in your belly is his seed. He is the third generation of the Chi family. This is unquestionable."

Liu Xiran placed his left hand under the table and tightly grasped the cloth on his legs. He suppressed his inner discomfort and said to Mr. Zhao,

"Thank you, cousin."

Just then, a light sound of footsteps came from far away.

After a while, the butler hurried into the restaurant.

When he came to Mr. Zhao's side, he bowed slightly and then spoke in an extremely respectful tone,

"Master, the eldest young master is here."

When Mr. Zhao heard this, he was obviously stunned at first, as if he doubted whether he had heard it wrongly.

Then, he frowned slightly and asked with a puzzled look on his face,

"Who are you talking about?"

Obviously, he was very surprised and puzzled by the news.

Seeing that Mr. Zhao had some doubts, the butler did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly repeated what he had just said.

"My Lord, it is indeed the eldest young master who has arrived."

This time, Mr. Zhao finally heard what the housekeeper said.

"How is that possible? Hasn't he already..."

Mr. Zhao stopped halfway through his speech, but his already solemn expression became even more serious.

Naturally, the people sitting there also heard what the housekeeper said. With a crisp "pop" sound, the spoon in Liu Xiran's hand suddenly slipped and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The sudden noise broke the original tranquility of the restaurant, and everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Liu Xiran.

At this moment, a tall and straight figure appeared at the door of the restaurant.

This person was Chi Morong. He had one hand casually in his trouser pocket and walked with steady and powerful steps.

He was wearing a black casual suit, which made him look even more extraordinary and cool.

The moment he stepped into the restaurant, an invisible sense of oppression spread.

Chi Morong looked around at everyone in the room, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said with a smile,

"Why, everyone is so surprised to hear that I'm here?"